Su Chenghuan shouted: "Chen Huayao, if you regret it, it's still time. I can drink to stop the Black Panther immediately."

The black panther's throat was whistling, lifted its hips, its tail was stiff, its front body crawled on the ground, baring its teeth gently, and looking at its opponent calmly, as if it was a sign that a carnivore was about to launch an attack.

The bystanders exclaimed, their eyes full of anticipation. It is rare to see such exciting human-dog fighting scenes, especially one of them is an extremely rare Tibetan mastiff, with amazing attack power and bloody scenes, which are even more exciting than the life-and-death battle between people in Zhengde Casino.

Chen Huayao found that several beauties in the crowd, at least over 60 years old, were looking at him, straightening their backs without realizing their hands, tidying up their broken clothes, and showing their white teeth to smile at the beauties.

"Black Panther, go!" Su Chenghuan shouted.

As if feeling the master's summoning, the black panther jumped up and rushed over. Good guy! Jumped up like lightning, and sprinted up like a hurricane, without giving the enemy a little time to react.

Chen Huayao was about to show off to the beauties, but he didn't expect that Black Panther would come so quickly, so he quickly dodged to the left. Black Panther's movements were quick and powerful, and his claws had already put on his right shoulder, his neck twisted urgently, and his white teeth approached his throat.

Chen Huayao could even smell the stench that was sprayed out of the black panther's mouth. He hurriedly reached out and his arm stretched into a straight line, throwing the black panther away.

This hand was clean and neat, and the movements were as precise as a martial arts performing artist. The Black Panther flew straight away and landed on the dining table three or four meters away, knocking over a pot of grilled turkey with spices, lemon cream cheesecake and grape juice.

Suddenly, the juice was pouring out, causing the spectators to scream.

A brilliant flashed in Long Aoshuang's eyes. Chen Huayao's reaction was not dragged on at all. It was simply too beautiful. If it weren't for the identity of the enemy, he would have almost blurted out the praise.

She is a martial arts practitioner. Even if she practices the excellent kung fu of "Dragon Claw" and fights with her life regardless of the consequences against a brave mastiff, she has no great chance of winning. Naturally, she can see that the slutty rogue performed very well.

After a round, Chen Huayao's right shoulder clothes were torn apart again, and his left chest pocket was broken. The cigarettes, lighters and wrinkled dozens of RMB were dropped onto the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

Which of the rich children present is not gold or diamond-level bank card with them?

Like Chen Huayao, he carries a birch cigarette with dozens of yuan and a pack of six yuan, and a disposable gas lighter. It is so shabby, not to mention that it is rare, it is simply unique.

Several beautiful girls with sixty-sixty laughed out loud on the spot.

Chen Huayao simply pulled off his coat and exposed the sweater he wore inside to everyone's eyes, which was even more ridiculous.

The colors are honeycomb knitting techniques that were popular in the late 1980s and early 1990s, and are purely handmade products. The bottom part of the chest is woven with earthy yellow wool. On the top, the yellow wool is not enough, so it is supplemented with navy blue wool, and then the sleeves on both sides are gray-blue wool, which is different from the other part. It is obvious that the family was poor in the 1980s and woven together. Many places have faded and obviously worn for many years.

"Haha, it's so pitiful, it's so ugly." Someone said.

"Wow, can't you even afford a sweater?" a woman laughed loudly.

"Who else wears sweaters now? It's simply a slander for our prosperous elephant Beijing. Such a person is useless to be bitten by a dog." Another boy from the black-yihui interjected.

Nowadays, the society is rich, and there is air conditioning supply everywhere. From a fully heated car to the indoor room, it is always as warm as spring. Rich children can maintain a good and elegant demeanor by relying on shirts and jackets, and do not have to worry about keeping warm. Such stupid things as wearing sweaters in jackets are done by the poor.

Chen Huayaoli ignored everyone's mockery and hurriedly looked down at the colorful sweaters. He found that they had not been caught and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This sweater was knitted for his father to keep warm in winter when his mother knitted it. Later, when his father got a new one, he passed it on to him, stitching and thread hiding his mother's deep love.

The father and son have been wearing it for twenty years and are still well preserved. They are no longer as simple as ordinary sweaters. If they are caught by a black dog, he can tear Su Chenghuan up on the spot.

Chen Huayao took off his sweater and sweatshirt with his backhand, and showed his thin upper body naked in front of everyone, swaying his hand to Ye Chengning: "Look at me!"

His movement caused everyone to exclaim again. Under the bright light, Chen Huayao was thin, but his muscles were extremely entangled, showing perfect smooth lines from his collarbone to his lower abdomen, from his neck to his waist, from his shoulders to his wrist.

The chest muscles are as cold as a knife, with eight uniform abdominal muscles, the back muscles are scattered, and the ribs are faintly highlighted.

The scars all over the body are mottled, one scar on the left and one centipede scar on the right, one lightning flashed in front and one behind, and at least thirty or forty scars, especially seven round scars from the chest to the abdomen, which are vaguely connected to the traces of the Big Dipper. At a glance, I just feel ugly and terrifying.

A tattoo that was extremely gorgeous from his right arm was pierced from his shoulder to his elbow. The pattern was an ancient general who was dressed in bright clothes and angry armor, and was powerful without anger. There were twelve strong and wild running and cursive characters on it.

A student with a deep Chinese attainment read it out on the spot: "The shame of Jingkang has not yet been achievable. When will the hatred of the minister be destroyed... Oh, that's Yue Fei!"

There is also a tattoo in his back heart, which is a strange, complex and complex vortex pattern, which seems to contain the meaning of cosmic physical geometry, and no one can say what it represents.

Wei Songyi and several other aristocratic families were disdainful on the surface, but in fact they were secretly admiring in their hearts. They could not have thought that a liberal arts student who seemed gentle and cowardly could write a paper that made Director Yu of the General Office appreciate it. He had such a beautiful tattoo on his body.

Wei Songyi, under the order of Wei Shangzhi, played a big friendship card with various complex forces in Xiangjing City and established relationships with each other, including many of them calling brothers and brothers with gang members.

Tattoos and tattoos among gangs have been a glorious tradition since the Tang and Song dynasties.

Wei Songyi has seen many tattoos of gangsters, such as the Blue Dragon and White Tiger, the Vermillion Bird and Black Tortoise, the Passion of Jesus, the Nirvana of Buddha, the Six-character Proverbs, the Famous Quotes of Taibai, the Image of Colonel Ka, the Picture of Sisy and Big Wood Pictures... There are so many things, and you can open a tattoo museum by pulling these people here.

But none of these can be more charming and beautiful than Chen Huayao's image of Yue Fei on his right arm and the whirlpool image in his back heart, and it can even be said to be eye-catching.

If it wasn't too horrifying, he really wanted to dig out the tattoos on Chen Huayao's skin and preserve them with formalin, frame them, and hang them on the wall as rare artworks to enjoy them every day.

Several women looked at Chen Huayao's abdominal muscles and said, "It's a pity that I have lost a little, and it's really pleasing to the eye when I weigh a few pounds."

Someone said: "I think he only has 130 to 40 kilograms. It is good for liberal arts students to develop this kind of muscle."

But no one knew that Chen Huayao's seemingly skinny body contained 198 kilograms of mass. At his peak in the past few years, he looked like Schwarzenegger's physique, and his weight could directly crush the weighing scale.

The black panther stood firmly on the dining table, raised her neck and shook off the food juice like a sieve. Her fur, which was as bright and smooth as silk, pulled her front paws and rushed towards Chen Hua.

However, this time Black Panther made a mistake in calculation. The dining table was covered with a dark red silk tablecloth, which was very smooth. When Black Panther pulled it away, the tablecloth slipped away, and the foothold was unstable, and the direction of the pounce was greatly lost.

Chen Huayao could see clearly, and immediately raised his long legs and hit the black panther's ribs hard, kicking the evil dog into somersault.

This violent leg power can make ordinary people faint. It just rolled on the black dog and stood up again. The ribs hurt so much that they almost broke, which completely stimulated the mastiff's ferociousness.

Seeing that one person and one dog confronted each other several times, the Black Panther was at a disadvantage. She couldn't help but feel a little worried and kept urging the dog trainer to say, "Let the Black Panther take out ten percent of his skills as soon as possible, otherwise even a liberal arts student can't take it down, so you can pack up your own baggage and go home!"

The dog trainer just smiled bitterly when he heard this, and showed his ten successes. Do you think you are a martial arts master? He quickly pinched his fingers on his lips and blew a few sharp whistles.

When the black panther heard the whistle, his ears suddenly stood up, staring at the other party, his throat snoring, like the creepy strange laughter of a hyena on the West African savanna.

Su Chenghuan knew that this was his beloved dog preparing to send a fatal blow to the enemy.

Gu Haojiang kept watching coldly. From Chen Huayao's several fights, he could see that he had not undergone any systematic training and had no routines in fists. In other words, he had no martial arts foundation at all, and was supported by his natural strength and speed.

But then again, his perverted power, speed, and reaction were enough to make any martial arts routines pale in front of him.

In Gu Haojiang's eyes, although he could kill this mastiff, he was not as light as his attitude as if he was eating and sleeping.

Thinking of this period, Gu Haojiang was secretly alert and his spinal muscles were tense.

"Go up, Black Panther, come on! Go back and enjoy you with meat!" Su Chenghuan kept shouting.

For a moment, the onlookers in the hall shouted even more enthusiastically, and even Wei Songyi, who had always been calm, was a little excited. Watching the lower-class civilians fighting for their lives as the above-mentioned people was as if they had manipulated their destiny in their own hands. Isn’t this the pleasure of the powerful people from ancient times to the present?

The black panther was full of momentum and rushed over. The sharp canine teeth burst out, and it was about to tear Chen Huayao under his minions, causing a scream.

It was a while since then, Chen Huayao stood calmly and calmly, and his waist and back stopped in a winding and graceful curve according to the amplitude of his spine, like a cold marble sculpture.

Suddenly, Chen Huayao, who was watching all directions, made a quick move, and pointed straight at Black Panther's bloody mouth. He pressed his upper gum with his left hand and grabbed his chin with his right hand. Most of both palms were stretched into Black Panther's mouth, and the edge of his palm stopped on his sharp teeth.

As long as the black panther's mouth is closed, the strong biting force can instantly divide his hands into three parts.

A female voice screamed continuously, and her high tone almost broke through the plexiglass. The man actually put his hand into the black panther's mouth. Isn't he seeking death?

Su Chenghuan was proud and was about to sneer loudly. The sharp-eyed Gu Haojiang, Long Aoshuang and others had already noticed that the guy's eyes suddenly burst out with a cold light, which made people shudder.

I heard Chen Huayao sneering, and the pattern of Yue Fei on his right arm seemed to be full of vitality, rolling and surging, and the skin was cracked. The blue veins on the biceps were twisted and changed in an instant, like lively earthworms.

He held the upper and lower jaws of the black panther with both hands, and used a slight force to brush. The black panther was torn into two halves from his jaw to his chin to his neck!
Chapter completed!